Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

On the screen, Xiao Wang, a military enthusiast eating braised pork trotters, sincerely exclaimed that the prop not only looked good, but its internal weight distribution was also quite scientific. If it were hollow, it would have collapsed long ago.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen, at the Mushroom House.

As the last nail was hammered into the wood by the Type 97 mortar shell, Teacher Huang breathed a sigh of relief, a satisfied smile of accomplishment spreading across his face.

"Done!"

He casually placed the thing in his hand on the windowsill, making a dull thud.

This thing is actually quite easy to use.

At this moment, Teacher Huang was in a very good mood.

Not only because the window was fixed, but also because he keenly sensed that today's episode would be absolutely explosive.

Although yesterday, because of that plate of braised pork intestines, he had the urge to throw Li Mo'an out along with his luggage.

But now it seems that although this kid's methods are a bit unconventional, his constitution is really strong.

On her second day in the season, she single-handedly revived the somewhat sluggish popularity of the season.

"He's a lucky charm."

Teacher Huang thought to himself.

Moreover, this kid has a calm and composed personality. He was never impatient or irritable. Even when he was assigned to dig, he didn't complain at all. He even cooperated with everyone to put on such a good show.

Such newcomers, who possess both popularity and talent, are rare in the entertainment industry.

Thinking of this, Teacher Huang's little bit of resentment had long since vanished.

As a senior figure in the industry, he felt it was necessary to mentor this junior, which would also be a way to completely put an end to yesterday's grudge.

Soon, the short lunch break came to an end.

The afternoon's work is about to begin.

Li Mo'an had put his gloves back on, straightened his training uniform, and was about to grab the hoe by the door to continue his unfinished project at the village entrance.

"Moan, wait a minute."

Just as Li Mo'an was about to step out of the courtyard gate, Teacher Huang, sitting in the pavilion with a teacup in her hand, called out to him with a smile.

Li Mo'an stopped, turned around, and asked calmly, "Teacher Huang, is there anything else? Does the window need further reinforcement?"

"It's not about the window."

Teacher Huang put down his teacup, stood up, and strolled over with his signature, kind smile on his face.

"I wanted to talk to you about the work arrangements for this afternoon."

Teacher Huang walked up to Li Mo'an, looked him up and down, and spoke with genuine concern:

"You must have had a hard morning."

"I watched the live stream. That road was really difficult to dig; it was all hard soil and rocks. You've been digging there all morning by yourself; your arms must be sore, right?"

"It's alright, I'm used to it," Li Mo'an replied casually.

Back in the army, digging trenches was a night-long task, so this amount of work was just a warm-up for him; he didn't even break a sweat.

"Ah, young people are just healthy and can endure hardship."

Teacher Huang sighed, then changed the subject and extended the olive branch she had already prepared.

"Well, I noticed you did exceptionally well this morning. The road is almost finished being dug up, and the remaining work is rather tedious."

Teacher Huang pointed to Pengpeng, who was putting on sun protection clothing in the yard, and said, "I'd like to adjust your afternoon's tasks."

"How about this, you don't go dig that this afternoon, it won't look good if you're covered in dirt."

"Why don't you switch with Pengpeng?"

At this point, Teacher Huang beckoned Peng Peng over.

"Pengpeng's task this afternoon is to pick corn on the back mountain. The scenery there is beautiful, the air is fresh, and it's a large group activity, so we can all be together, chatting and laughing, which makes it relatively relaxing."

Teacher Huang looked at Li Mo'an and said earnestly, "The most important thing is that there are more cameras over there. You deserve the most credit today and have brought so much honor to our program team. You should show your face more often and interact with everyone, instead of always working alone."

These words were a great show of respect for Li Mo'an and also demonstrated his consideration as a senior.

Upon hearing this, Pengpeng's eyes lit up instantly.

Although picking corn is no easy task, he had been eyeing Li Mo'an's pile of spoils for a long time that morning.

He also wanted to experience the thrill of opening blind boxes.

"Yeah, Brother Mo'an, go pick corn! It's fun, and you can get roasted corn!"

Peng Peng patted his chest and said with an honest look, "Leave the digging to me, I'm strong! I also want to experience what it's like to dig for treasure. I saw you digging so enthusiastically this morning, and I'm itching to try it myself."

Peng Peng meant it sincerely.

He felt that since it was a prop arranged by the production team, no matter which piece of land it was, as long as the hoe went down, it would definitely be able to dig out something good.

however.

Just as Peng Peng excitedly said, "Leave it to me,"

For some reason, there was no wind in the yard.

But Pengpeng suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and all the hairs on his body stood on end. He even shivered involuntarily.

The feeling was like being targeted by something terrifying, or like having one foot in the grave.

"Strange, why do I suddenly feel a bit cold?"

Pengpeng shrank his neck, looked at the bright sun overhead with a blank expression, and felt a little confused.

In the live stream chat, the comments section was filled with cheers.

"Teacher Huang still cares about the newcomers."

"Indeed, digging is too boring, it's nice to have a change of scenery."

Pengpeng: Why am I always the one who gets hurt?

"To be honest, I also want to see Brother Mo'an pick corn; that scene would definitely be a feast for the eyes."

However, faced with Teacher Huang's good intentions and Peng Peng's initiative to volunteer,

Li Mo'an did not immediately agree.

He stood there, his gaze sweeping over the mortar shell on the windowsill that Teacher Huang had just used as a hammer, and then looking at Peng Peng, whose face was full of innocence.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of space, reaching beneath the dirt road at the village entrance, where those "little cuties" remained dormant and yet to be discovered.

"Change players?"

Li Mo'an mentally simulated the scene of Peng Peng wildly swinging a hoe.

Given Peng Peng's reckless personality, coupled with his complete lack of knowledge about these things, he might even mistake a landmine for a hammer and start banging on it.

The consequences...

Li Mo'an shook his head.

"No."

He refused decisively.

Teacher Huang was taken aback, somewhat surprised: "What? You've become addicted to digging?"

"It's not an addiction."

Li Mo'an looked at the two of them, his tone extremely serious, as if he were stating an objective truth:

"There are still many bombs under the road."

"And the variety is quite diverse; there are not only these iron lumps that are not easy to blast, but also other kinds underneath."

At this point, he turned to look at Peng Peng, his eyes filled with a concern as if he were looking at a fragile item.

"Pengpeng is usually clumsy and doesn't know how to handle things properly."

"What if he accidentally hits a fuse with his hoe, or steps on something he shouldn't step on?"

As Li Mo'an spoke, he raised his hand and made an explosion gesture, the movement elegant and precise.

"Bang!"

"The person is gone."

"At that time, Pengpeng really became Pengpeng."

He spoke calmly and steadily, without a trace of joking, and even with a hint of disdain for the trouble that might follow:

"When the time comes, I'll have to be responsible for digging a hole and burying him."

"This land is already difficult to dig; if we dig a huge pit big enough to bury a person, it will be even more troublesome."

The air was silent for three seconds.

Only the cicadas chirped tirelessly in the trees.

Teacher Huang was stunned.

Teacher He also stopped what he was doing.

Peng Peng stared wide-eyed at Li Mo'an, feeling as if he had heard some terrifying story.

But then...

"puff......"

Teacher Huang was the first to burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha!"

He pointed at Li Mo'an, laughing so hard tears were almost streaming down his face, completely disregarding his image, "You little rascal...you really have a sharp tongue!"

"Pengpeng turned into Pengpeng? Are we going to dig a hole and bury him?"

"How did you even come up with this idea?!"

Peng Peng, who was standing next to him, also realized what was going on. Although he was really scared for a moment, he now felt that Li Mo'an was just joking when he saw Li Mo'an's serious expression.

"Mo'an! You're so mean!"

Pengpeng complained, half-laughing and half-crying, "Am I really that easy to explode? You even dug a hole for me! You really don't want me to be good!"

The live stream room erupted in laughter.

"Hahahaha! What the hell did Pengpeng turn into Pengpeng!"

"Snatching bamboo shoots! That pun will get you fined!"

"And then they even dig a hole and bury him while they're at it? Is this what they call 'killing and burying in order'?"

"This newcomer has such a great sense of humor! He talks nonsense with such a straight face—the contrast is absolutely adorable!"

"He's too immersed in the role! Case closed! He really thinks he's a bomb disposal expert!"

Everyone took it as a sophisticated joke, carefully crafted to avoid being transferred to another post.

In their view, Li Mo'an is establishing a persona of immersive role-playing.

Teacher Huang laughed and patted Li Mo'an on the shoulder, her eyes filled with even more admiration.

"You're something else, kid!"

Teacher Huang gave a thumbs up, "Your punchline is even smoother than a crosstalk performer's. Okay, since you insist, I won't force you. You can continue defusing the bomb here."

After saying that, he laughed heartily, with the joy of discovering a treasure, and turned to leave.

Li Mo'an calmly watched Teacher Huang's retreating figure, then glanced at Peng Peng.

He was speechless.

"I really want to show the leaders in the military what it truly means to lack sufficient awareness of danger."

Sigh, here, he feels like a normal person.